a year in the life of an unexpected infant

During Star Trek a year ago, you created contractions. Despite learning you weren’t as far along as we thought, we refused to return home, and your mom and I paced the wooden floors of Emory Hospital all night while testing whether gravity and grit could conveniently force your little ass out on a weekend.

You came home and took up residence in our master bedroom’s closet while we continued trying to sell our house. Morning after morning, I illuminated your little room with the iphone “flashlight” application as I ever-so-slowly and ever-so-quietly reached around your little bassinet (and later, pack-n-play) to pick out a suit from your right, a shirt and tie from your left, and–most challenging–a pair of heavily weighted by cedar “shoe trees” dress shoes from behind your head.

I held my breath as I carefully reached across your tiny sleeping figure in the dark below and prayed I’d avoid crushing your tender skull with the stainless steel shoe horn my father-in-law gave me last Christmas.

Good news, Lola. You’re 1 year old today, and you still have your intact skull.

Even better news: our house is under contract. You might actually get a real bedroom in July.

Congrats, Muskrat!
The iPhone flashlight in the dark of the morning,….I’ve done that many a time.
Keep snapping pics, dude. We look back as our ‘Lil Miss approaches 6 and area WAY happy we took all the pics and video we did. You can ALWAYS delete. You can’t create from nothing. Dig?

Happy first birthday to beautiful baby Lola, and congratulations on the house deal. It’s a good May! Hope we get to see photos of Lola’s new bedroom in July.Chrisy´s last blog post ..Following Her Lead